"In the first week of April the weather turned suddenly unseasonably, insistently lovely. The sky was blue, the air warm and windless, and the sun beamed on the muddy ground with all the sweet impatience of June."
– Donna Tartt, The Secret History (1992)
Glacier National Park, MT - 1976
much joy to be found in 19th century botanical illustrations
brown works so hard and does so much and everyone is so mean to her. coffee chocolate hair leather tea wood eyes broth a warm coat autumn leaves caramelized onions the crust on a loaf of bread. all things good and warm and kind are brown. bitch!
Just imagine the dreams Cardan had about Jude, not even the steamy ones just how she probably entered every part of his mind so completely that she became a nightly visitor in his dreams. The person he was in the gardens with, the one who helped him find that grey cat and the one who kissed him after the dance. He would have Jude in this arms in his dreams only to wake and realize she was miles away and seemingly uninterested. That feeling of bliss and warmth falling away so fast leaving him with nothing but a name, the name Jude repeating over and over.. maybe it will help to write it down?
I might do an illustration workshop based around hiking/drawing the wild flowers! if that sounds cool tell me where you think it should be https://my.trovatrip.com/public/l/survey/libby-frame
it's so important for your health and well-being to get overly attached to a fictional man who is both deeply amoral and unbelievably, pathetically sad
velma and wednesday shows have proven to me that network executives cannot be trusted with our weird girls we need to take them back by force if neccessary